It would seem that a graveyard is the end to possibility. I don’t find that to be true at all.

Take this place, for instance. We passed the gate as we drove down the two-lane highway looking for Calistoga. My head whipped around so fast that I’m sure my husband heard the vertebrae snap. Climbing the hill, stretching up between the trees, was an old cemetery. He knew we would have to stop before the weekend was over.

I will probably never see enough cemeteries. What draws me in is the possibility of what I might find: beautiful statuary, touching verse, lovely landscaping, new iconography, wildlife, a story that connects with me across the span of time. There’s always something new to see.

As a matter of fact, we’re 37 weeks into this blog and I’ve barely scratched the surface of the cemeteries I want to share with you. And that’s to say nothing of all the cemeteries I have on my must-visit list. Thanks so much for coming along on the ride.

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About Loren Rhoads

My science fiction trilogy, The Dangerous Type, will be published by Night Shade in 2015. I am the author of the essay collection Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel, co-author of the novel As Above, So Below, and editor of The Haunted Mansion Project: Year Two. In addition to blogging at CemeteryTravel.com, I blog about my morbid life at lorenrhoads.com.

My great-grandparents are buried in a private section of the Glendale Forest Lawn. We have to access with a key. They were modest people, but one daughter married into wealth and “moved” them at one point. There they rest next to Mary Pickford’s large and imposing monument…among others. Sometimes I take my key and visit…it’s fascinating to read the lists of impressive life accomplishments sometimes included on headstones…I become very involved with the story of their lives. It’s been a while. I need to make a return visit soon! Debra